…And One More Movie Trailer

I thought about posting the new trailer for Star Wars VIII: The Last Jedi or for the final season of Star Wars Rebels but two things happened.

I knew that if you’re a Star Wars fan like me then you’ve probably seen ‘em (for those who aren’t I’ve linked to the trailers) … and I came across this trailer for a stunning-looking film called Atomic Blonde.

After Fury Road, I’d watch Charlize Theron read a phone book, and from what I can see of her performance here? … I’m in for this one too.

Enjoy.

The One and Only ‘Thor Ragnarok’ Trailer I’m Going To See

In keeping with my policy to see only one trailer for any movie I’m interested in actually going to the cinema to watch, I present for your viewing pleasure, Cate Blanchett destroying Moljnir with one hand and not raising a glimmer of perspiration whilst doing so. (even Captain America only managed to move it a millimeter or so in Age of Ultron)

There’s a few superhero blokes doing superhero-y bloke-y things … and Cate Blanchett!

 

Menstruation Blues

This morning I was sitting up in bed with a pot of tea and a hot water bottle, because I’m menstruating, for the first time in five years.

I’m supposed to be POST menopausal. I have the hairs to prove it.

You ever wonder where the hairs on your legs go as you age? I know where. Ears, chin, and one very fine one that pops up in a different part of your body immediately after you eliminate it from somewhere else. Apparently this is normal.

Also ‘normal’ is menstruating like this … unless it ‘continues’.

How the hell does one define which side of the ‘continues’ continuum one is on?

Is it the number of tampons one goes through in a day? Which incidentally I don’t recommend using (after a five year break) without some sort of preparation. (the details of which I won’t go into here because even for a post as ‘menstrual-y’ as this one, that might be just too much information)

Is it a compilation of the kinds of emotional meltdowns one can go through into a single hour? Perhaps calibrated to the number of hankies one uses?

Or the intensity of cramps? Which sucked when I was 15, sucked when I was 35, and damn me if they don’t still suck at 58!

**pours Self another cup of tea, whimpers at Mrs Widds for another hot water bottle, and slides further under the covers**

I’m consigning the rest of today to the ‘hell-and-gone’ basket, and …

**looks our the window with a pale and wan melancholia**

…well … would you look at that? It’s raining … again …

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‘Menstruation Blues’ is the title of a song by Robyn Archer. If you’ve never heard of her, go check her out. (who could resist such a cheeky grin?)

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There are so many sad (and melancholic) songs about rain, and I couldn’t go past my favourite diva of all time … the Divine Miss M

 

Left Behind

… continuing with the theme of my last post … from a certain point of view. (to quote Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Every now and then our local library has a book sale to get rid of old, and probably not-very-popular, stock. They have books for sale individually, or for $5 you get a sturdy paper carry-bag that you can stuff to the gills.

Mrs Widds scored these …

Something for everyone

As she was leafing through this one …

Not my cuppa tea, but looks interesting none-the-less

…a slip of paper fell out and fluttered to the floor.

Was it a bookmark, forgotten casually or deliberately?

It reads:

‘Hi Dad & Betty
I just cruzed out to show you my new car but you weren’t home – thought you said you were always home
I was here at 5:40
Anyways I’ll try to stop by again
Take care
Love Crystal’

Who was ‘Crystal’? Who was ‘Betty’ and what sort of relationship did they have? What was the real story behind why she underlined ‘home’? Was she disappointed, or resigned, or relieved, they didn’t get to see her new car?

Oh, the stories that are within this little piece of paper.

 

Shredding the Past

There’s something … cathartic, about shredding books.

Words, words, and more words

Not the kind of books fascist/religious extremists get all hot and bothered over, but the kind that’s been gathering dust under my desk since I realized there was no way I was ever going to inflict them on anyone else.

For those of you who don’t know the saga of Mortal Instinct, here it is in 23 words … signed a contract, publisher sucked, finished product sucked, publisher sold company, new publisher sucked, contract ran out, didn’t renew, all rights are mine.

I did however buy a bunch of hard copies in the misguided belief that my original publisher would stick to our mutually agreed timetable and I’d be able to go forward with my plan to launch at Vancouver Pride. Lesbians save the universe,+ Pride festival = perfect partners!  … Oopsie.

This winter, secure in the knowledge my ‘author preferred edition’ (and self-published) of Mortal Instinct would bear only a passing resemblance to the original, I hauled out our trusty shredder and reduced the remaining copies to this …

They took up so much less space in book form

Also in December I came across this little gem of a post at Writer Beware (the only blog devoted specifically to writer focused evildoers now that Preditors and Editors appears to have had the biscuit)

I may not have dodged a bullet with my first publisher but I certainly did with the second.

Dodgin’ yer bulletz

P.S. I did keep one copy for historical purposes.

Communiqué from Coco, the Community Cat

I is being watching the snow go from this …

Snowing again

… to this

One last snow-shower

… to this …

That’s just sad

… Now, is mah job …

… to watch the rain fall

 

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For the newcomers to my blog, (Welcome!) Coco the Community cat adopted us after Widdercat died a few year ago. Actually Coco wanted to adopt us the minute we moved in but Widdercat would have none of it. Two fluffy Grande Dames going at it hammer-and-tongs, fur a-flying, all hissy and spitty, is a sight to behold, but not to be repeated, so Coco was hugged and cuddled when we went for walks, but studiously ignored when we were at home.

After Widdercat , we decided our lives were too transient (and dealing with the home owners association politics as lowly renters too futile) to give another cat a forever home. (we intend to have gazillions of them when we next move to our forever home. It’s been Mrs Widds and my experience that our cat companions have always found us at the right time)

In the absence of fur-fights Coco decided that, as absurd as our decision was, she would respect it and invited herself into our lives for cuddles, pats, and ‘now let me out’ visits.

We’re not the only cat-orphans she’s adopted. The four houses at our end of the driveway are all blessed by her Most High Fluffyness.

So, my finest Winter, to date, (3 months of snow on the ground) is now done and we are back to our usual Spring, Autumn, and Winter, rainforest-y climate – rain.

Let’s Try This Again … Going, Going …

It seems my ‘chitis likes it here on Widder Island. I’m on my third week of antibiotics and I feel crappy, and if La La Land wins Best Picture, I’ll feel even worse. It wasn’t … terrible … but come on people, if you’re going to have a film about people who sing and dance, hire actors who can sing and dance above a B-movie level.

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We return you to our regularly scheduled snow report.

Going …

How the mighty have melted

How the mighty have melted

Going …

Poor rosemary looks like a bunch of frozen twigs

Poor rosemary looks like a bunch of frozen twigs

Midnight at the Oasis …

Midnight last night ... Yep ... that’d be more snow! ( shot from the front door, cos there’s no way I’m going out there)

Midnight last night … Yep … that’d be more snow! ( shot from the front door, cos there’s no way I’m going out there)

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Remember this song?